Late?

The next morning, Tai Yang awoke around 11 a.m. He could hear the sound of Li Jun flipping the pages of a book every minute or so. It wasn't loud enough to wake him, but knowing that Li Jun was awake and alone after crying the previous night was enough to make Tai Yang sit up abruptly. Instantly his head felt horrible. 'Why is this feeling so familiar. Ugh, I'm a bit nauseous.' He thought, swallowing. His mouth felt like sandpaper.

He felt around for his glasses, squinting to try and make out the gold outline against the white sheets. 

"A bit to the left." Li Jun said, taking a leisurely sip of his coffee. Tai Yang felt it and put them on. He then turned his whole body to face Li Jun, who was calmly sitting on the chair near the bed. 

"It never ceases to amaze me how long you can sleep. Is it laziness or are you trying to fall into an inactivity-induced coma?" Li Jun asked.